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that radiated from the man standing beside me. Twenty minutes later, we were back out on the concrete steps. The w

s deep voice cutting through the city noise. He reached int

only a phone number and t

dark, unreadable eyes. "K.B.?

rected smoothly. "Babe Vincent was a moniker forced on me in the u

true identity. It was a signal-a rogue trying to shed his disgraced pa

his eyes for a fraction of a second before

arranged for me. The heavy doors clicked shut, sealing out the chaos of Manhattan. Surrounded

y phone and di

voice shrieked through the speaker the secon

t conditions are met. I want the funds released and the deed

can marry some filthy, debt-ridden Rogue and claim the Pack's legacy? I

mate has resources you can't even fathom. He would be more than happy to order a full forensic audit of the Parrish Holdings accounts.

olute. I had hit the nerve. Embezzle

with sudden, raw panic. "Fine. You'll have the deed. But

umphant smile touching my lips. I had won. I

at Jase Davenport's building. I needed t

tic nod as I walked into the lobby. He knew.

rile air hit me. The apartment reeked of Jase's signature metallic cologne-a sharp, ar

oks, and the expensive Egyptian cotton sheets I had bought with my own money, ripping them off t

eft behind yesterday. A thin layer of mold had already started to form on the surface of the liquid. To a werew

n the marble counter, right

the cramped back seat, the worn leather a stark contrast to the Maybach. As the cab merged into the cha